Into The Pornhwa Verse

That's what he did.

Mijoo turned around, her movements slow and deliberate, lifting her ass up from him as she reached back to grab him, her fingers digging into the sheets. With his cock still buried deep inside her pussy, she let out a series of soft moans that sent shivers down Travis's spine. He held her waist firmly, savoring the feeling of her skin under his fingertips as he slowly withdrew his cock, only to thrust back in with a deep, primal urge.

"Yess!!" Mijoo's voice echoed through the room, a mix of pleasure and desire that fueled Travis's own arousal.

As Travis began to move, his pace deliberate and controlled, Mijoo's hips matched his rhythm, a symphony of lust and desire unfolding between them. But when she begged for him to go harder, Travis couldn't help but smirk inwardly. He wanted to savor every moment, to make her beg for more.

*Pa*Pa*Pa*Pa*Pa*

'She must have forgotten her place,' he thought with a chuckle, his grip tightening on her waist as he shifted his position. Rising up from his knees, he positioned himself behind her, his body tense with anticipation as he prepared to unleash a torrent of desire upon her.

With each thrust, the sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of passion that drowned out all other noise. Travis's hands roamed over Mijoo's back, tracing the curves of her spine as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her, his movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment.

It didn't take long for Mijoo to succumb to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body, her cries of ecstasy mingling with Travis's own grunts of satisfaction. As he felt her climax wash over her, Travis pulled out momentarily, watching with rapt attention as a stream of juices leaked from her pussy before plunging back in with renewed vigor.

Mijoo was a vision of pure ecstasy, her blue hair tousled and wild, her eyes alight with a fire that burned brighter with each passing moment. She was lost in the throes of pleasure, completely at Travis's mercy as he continued to drive her to new heights of ecstasy.

And as the night wore on, Travis showed no signs of slowing down, his desire for Mijoo fueling his every movement. With each thrust, he pushed her closer and closer to the edge, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they rode wave after wave of pleasure together.

Finally, as dawn broke outside the window, Travis felt his own climax approaching, a primal urge that consumed him completely. With one final, powerful thrust, he released himself inside her, his body trembling with the force of his release.

As they lay spent in each other's arms, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat, Travis couldn't help but smile.

' I should let her rest up. She still has to go back home, I'll call Han-Bada after she leaves. I'm still bricked up ' he thought.

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An hour later, Mijoo stirred from her slumber, her eyelids fluttering open to the soft light filtering through the curtains. With a stretch, she sat up on the bed, her gaze immediately falling on Travis bustling around in the kitchen, a sense of domestic tranquility filling the air. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him, feeling a warmth bloom in her chest.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed, padding barefoot across the room until she reached the kitchen. With a soft smile, she approached Travis from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his broad back, reveling in the feeling of his warmth against her.

"I might get used to this," she murmured, her voice soft with contentment. Travis chuckled in response, his hands pausing in their task as he leaned back slightly to meet her gaze over his shoulder.

"You better. Now let's eat so you can go back. Before your daughter starts to get worried," he teased gently, his tone laced with affection.

"At this point, she's your daughter as well, you know. I'm only joking, of course," Mijoo replied with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Oh, I know. I know," Travis replied slowly, his smirk widening as he turned his attention back to the food sizzling on the stove.

Together, they enjoyed a simple yet satisfying meal, the comfortable silence between them speaking volumes. After bidding farewell to Mijoo, Travis set about airing out the room, opening the windows to let in the fresh morning air and dissipate the lingering scent of their passionate night together.

With the task complete, Travis reached for his phone, sending a quick message to Han-Bada. Almost instantly, her reply came, promising her swift arrival in just a few minutes.

As he waited for her, Travis's mind wandered, thoughts swirling with plans and schemes. 'I've bagged two of them. Now I only need to bag Ari and Cheon Seyi,' he mused to himself, a determined glint in his eyes. 'She'll probably be the hardest, since she's hell-bent on fucking the protagonist , you know. But it doesn't matter. I'm going to figure something out.'

Just as he pondered his next move, the sound of the door opening caught his attention. Han-Bada strode in without so much as a knock, her long coat trailing behind her in a dramatic flourish. Travis couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her choice of attire, considering the mild weather outside.

"Travis, would you mind going on a walk with me?" Han-Bada's voice was sweet, her smile wide and inviting. Travis couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity at her enthusiasm, knowing full well she had something up her sleeve. But like George, always eager for an adventure, he agreed to accompany her.

Together, they strolled through the park, the early morning sunlight filtering through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the path beneath their feet. The air was crisp and cool, a welcome respite from the stuffiness of the house.

As they reached the public restroom tucked away in a secluded corner of the park, Travis felt a familiar sense of anticipation stirring within him. He knew exactly what Han-Bada had in mind, and a thrill ran through him at the thought of what was to come.

' Man I fucken love freaky girls'

[ A/N: AMEN TO THAT BROTHER]

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